For a few seconds after my mother said she could not congratulate me for “defying God’s will,” no one moved.

what I had hidden in myself.”

The street was quiet except for a dog barking somewhere far away.

“I am sorry,” she said. “Not the kind of sorry that asks you to open the door. The kind that will go home and tell the truth to whoever I lied to.”

She placed the folder on the ground outside the gate.

Then she left.

I cried for an hour after that.

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